From Delectable: A Neighbor from Hell
“Good morning, Yummy,” she said, absently looking over her shoulder at something in the kitchen before returning her gaze to him. “Sleeping in today, are we?”
“What time is it?” he asked with a frown as he glanced at the windows and noted that the sun was barely up.
“A little after six,” the crazed woman that had broken into the house said with a bored sigh as she pushed away from the couch.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face as he wondered if this was a dream or-